probably already done with his, and Kenzie wanted to impress him, even if she had no idea how. What kind of lyrics was he likely to write? Could he keep his melancholy side in check and write a hopeful song? Better yet, could Kenzie keep her cynicism in check? What had she been thinking, suggesting a love song, anyway? This might be her biggest challenge yet.
***
Chase studied the page in front of him. Great. So far, he’d crossed out no less than ten lines. Yeah, some songwriter he was. Maybe he should’ve agreed to use one of the songs Keith had in mind for him and Kenzie to record. Well, too late for that now. He had to come up with something. Hopefully Kenzie was faring better than he was, not that that would take much.
Frustrated, Chase ripped the page out of the notebook, balled it up, and aimed for the wastebasket. And predictably missed. His shooting touch was not improving. He got up from the bed, picked up the wad of paper and properly threw it away, then picked up his phone. Since Chase had to write a song about love, and he knew nothing about it, he’d better consult with someone who did.
He considered calling Jordy. After all, it was Jordy’s crazy decision to get married that put their band on hold. But no, Jordy was still honeymooning in Costa Rica, and Chase doubted he and his bride would welcome the interruption. No, better to call someone who wouldn’t hang up on him, if for no other reason than he was family.
His cousin answered on the second ring. “Yo, Chase, how’s it going?” Colin greeted him.
“Not bad,” Chase said. “How about you and Taylor and the baby?”
“Good. We’re all fine. Mason’s growing like a weed.”
“I bet.” His nephew was eight months old now, and getting bigger all the time.
“So what do I owe this pleasure?” Colin asked. “Not that I don’t want to hear from my little cousin, but it’s kind of out of the blue in the middle of the week.”
“Yeah, I know,” Chase said. Colin was an ER doctor who worked long hours, and when he wasn’t on call, he wanted to spend his time with his wife and their son. As a result, the two of them didn’t see each other as much as they had in the past. As in before Colin got married. “I just felt like saying hi. I’m actually in Nashville at the moment.”
“Nashville? What are you doing there?”
Good question. “New project. I’m recording a duet with a country singer named Kenzie Bolton.”
“Duet? Country?” Colin repeated. “Are you feeling all right?”
“I’m feeling fine,” Chase said. “It’s a great opportunity. Well, except I’m supposed to be writing a love song and I know nothing about love.”
“A love song? You? Mr. Melancholy?”
Chase had to wait for Colin’s laughter to subside before he spoke again. “Yeah, yeah. I know. It’s happening, though.” He couldn’t back out now. “That’s why I called you. I need some help,” he said. “What’s it like to fall in love?”
“Are you serious?” Colin asked. “You sound serious.”
“I am. Tell me, when you met Taylor, what’s the first thing you noticed about her?”
“Her left hook,” his cousin deadpanned.
“You mean she punched you?” Chase teased.
“No, dickweed. It was in a kick box class. We met in kick box, and she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life, and even though she’d had a rough life, and she was hard to get close to at first, she was easy to love,” Colin said. “Even when it was difficult, even when she tried to push me away, I thought she was easy to love. And I still do.” He paused. “And those, cousin, are my words of wisdom on that thing we call love.”
Chase exhaled. “Wow.”
“Sorry you asked?”
“No,” Chase said. “It’s just a lot to think about. Thanks, buddy.”
“Anytime,” Colin said. “Good luck with the song. And the girl.”
“Girl? I never said anything about a girl.”
Laughter came over the line. “You didn’t have
***
Chase studied the page in front of him. Great. So far, he’d crossed out no less than ten lines. Yeah, some songwriter he was. Maybe he should’ve agreed to use one of the songs Keith had in mind for him and Kenzie to record. Well, too late for that now. He had to come up with something. Hopefully Kenzie was faring better than he was, not that that would take much.
Frustrated, Chase ripped the page out of the notebook, balled it up, and aimed for the wastebasket. And predictably missed. His shooting touch was not improving. He got up from the bed, picked up the wad of paper and properly threw it away, then picked up his phone. Since Chase had to write a song about love, and he knew nothing about it, he’d better consult with someone who did.
He considered calling Jordy. After all, it was Jordy’s crazy decision to get married that put their band on hold. But no, Jordy was still honeymooning in Costa Rica, and Chase doubted he and his bride would welcome the interruption. No, better to call someone who wouldn’t hang up on him, if for no other reason than he was family.
His cousin answered on the second ring. “Yo, Chase, how’s it going?” Colin greeted him.
“Not bad,” Chase said. “How about you and Taylor and the baby?”
“Good. We’re all fine. Mason’s growing like a weed.”
“I bet.” His nephew was eight months old now, and getting bigger all the time.
“So what do I owe this pleasure?” Colin asked. “Not that I don’t want to hear from my little cousin, but it’s kind of out of the blue in the middle of the week.”
“Yeah, I know,” Chase said. Colin was an ER doctor who worked long hours, and when he wasn’t on call, he wanted to spend his time with his wife and their son. As a result, the two of them didn’t see each other as much as they had in the past. As in before Colin got married. “I just felt like saying hi. I’m actually in Nashville at the moment.”
“Nashville? What are you doing there?”
Good question. “New project. I’m recording a duet with a country singer named Kenzie Bolton.”
“Duet? Country?” Colin repeated. “Are you feeling all right?”
“I’m feeling fine,” Chase said. “It’s a great opportunity. Well, except I’m supposed to be writing a love song and I know nothing about love.”
“A love song? You? Mr. Melancholy?”
Chase had to wait for Colin’s laughter to subside before he spoke again. “Yeah, yeah. I know. It’s happening, though.” He couldn’t back out now. “That’s why I called you. I need some help,” he said. “What’s it like to fall in love?”
“Are you serious?” Colin asked. “You sound serious.”
“I am. Tell me, when you met Taylor, what’s the first thing you noticed about her?”
“Her left hook,” his cousin deadpanned.
“You mean she punched you?” Chase teased.
“No, dickweed. It was in a kick box class. We met in kick box, and she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life, and even though she’d had a rough life, and she was hard to get close to at first, she was easy to love,” Colin said. “Even when it was difficult, even when she tried to push me away, I thought she was easy to love. And I still do.” He paused. “And those, cousin, are my words of wisdom on that thing we call love.”
Chase exhaled. “Wow.”
“Sorry you asked?”
“No,” Chase said. “It’s just a lot to think about. Thanks, buddy.”
“Anytime,” Colin said. “Good luck with the song. And the girl.”
“Girl? I never said anything about a girl.”
Laughter came over the line. “You didn’t have
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